Tip the barmaid in tight jeans.
She's my friend.
Been to hell and back again.
I've been there too.
Girlfriend, I believe in Gandhi.
But some nights nothing says it
quite precise like a lone Star
cracked on someone's head.
Last week in this same bar,
kicked a cowboy in the butt
who made a grab for Terry's ass.
How do I explain, it was all
of Texas I was kicking,
and all our asses on the line.
At Tacoland, Cat flamencoing crazy
circles round the pool
player with the furry tongue.
A warpath of sorts for every
wrong ever wronged us.
"Sister Series III"
Natasha Westcoat
Las Girlriends
Sandra Cisneros
Tip the barmaid in tight jeans.
She's my friend.
Been to hell and back again.
I've been there too.
Girlfriend, I believe in Gandhi.
But some nights nothing says it
quite precise like a lone Star
cracked on someone's head.
Last week in this same bar,
kicked a cowboy in the butt
who made a grab for Terry's ass.
How do I explain, it was all
of Texas I was kicking,
and all our asses on the line.
At Tacoland, Cat flamencoing crazy
circles round the pool
player with the furry tongue.
A warpath of sorts for every
wrong ever wronged us.
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